House limped through the lobby from Cuddy's office, in a better mood than normal. All the nurses and doctors look at him skeptically, not sure if it was genuine. He had been basically bipolar this past week, not to mention his entire career at PPTH.

He was going to go back to his team but something compelled him to go straight to Stacy's office. He looked in the window to her office and there she was, sitting at her desk. Pushing the door open he walked in greeted her with a nod.

"Oh, hi Greg." Her face was a light shade of red with embarrassment. "Sorry about all that in Cuddy's office."

"Don't be, that made my week." He smirked at her as he thought of the look on Cuddy's face when she chewed Stacy out. He quit smiling almost instantly as he remembered what he came down here for. House reached his hand into to the inside if his jackets breast pocket and pulled out two slips of paper. With a closer look Stacy noticed they were tickets, presumably to the play. Her face lit up.

She was confused when he handed her both, though. She raised her eyebrow questioningly.

"You're giving me two tickets instead of keeping one for yourself." She said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah. Looks like I can't go, you should have them." House said. "Turn it into date night with Mark or something." Stacy looked absolutely stunned.

"You can't go?"

"Actually I don't want to. But that works too."

"What did Cuddy say to you to change your mind?"

"Nothing, actually. Anyways, there you go."

"Wait-"

The door clicked behind him.

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It was maybe 9:30pm when House decided to head home. He had just solved his case, his patient had sarcoidosis. It was never sarcoid almost as often as it was never lupus.

At home he sat on his couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand. With everything being brought up he couldn't help but revisit memories from that night fifteen years ago. He and Cuddy had mind blowing, intense, sex, but it really was more than quick fuck to him.

He really did like Cuddy, and he still does though obviously they had both changed since then. If anything they were more suited to each other now than ever before.

He set his drink on the table, not really interested in it. Thinking about Cuddy, getting horny for him when they were twenty was making him horny. He thought about jerking off but decided instead to just pay her a visit.

He climbed into his Oldsmobile and set off to Cuddy's house.

His cane rapped against her door till he finally saw a bedroom light flip on. He stopped knocking in triumph when he heard Cuddy approaching the front door. The porch light was turned on a fraction of a second before Cuddy was there in front of him, wearing a nighty under a poorly tied robe.

"House," she groaned, "its eleven o'clock, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Just thought I'd stop by." He peered over her shoulder into her house. "You gonna let me in or what?" She stepped aside and sarcastically gestured for him to come in. House walked in and took a look around Cuddy's living room.

"I've been seeing a lot of this place lately."

"Don't get used to it. Also never search my house again." She chuckled.

After that neither of them said anything. They looked at each other, sort of sizing the other person up. There was a little awkwardness in the air but they hardly noticed.

"Really though, why are you here?" she asked.

House looked Cuddy in the eyes with a stare that was both hot and cold. "I don't know." He answered honestly. "I was at home and I started thinking about you and Michigan and drove over here on impulse I guess."

"If it helps I've been thinking a lot about that too."

There was a pause.

"Why the hell did you tell Stacy in the first place though? After this many years of keeping it between us why did you want to tell her? To make her jealous?" he questioned. He probably sounded more accusatory than necessary.

"Why would I want to make Stacy jealous?" she countered his question with another question.

"Oh, come on Cuddy. You like me and you know it, you always have."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"The hell I do, this morning when I said you had the hots for me you didn't try to deny it. You said it didn't matter because I was going out with Stacy Friday."

"And it doesn't matter."

"I'm not going out with Stacy Friday." Cuddy eyed House trying to figure out if he was lying or not. House obviously noticed. "I gave her both tickets and told her to have a date night with Mark." He said defensively.

"Why?"

"She wasn't the person I wanted to be there with." He said.

Cuddy dropped his gaze and looked at the floor, the ceiling, the ugly lamp in the corner, anywhere but his eyes. She didn't want to see his intense stare and blue eyes that made her melt and he didn't want him to see her melt. He'd know he was winning and keep pushing.

House stepped towards her slowly, his limp getting in the way.

"Do you have the hots for me, Cuddy?" he asked directly.

"I might." She said. "First tell me, when we screwed in college did it really mean anything or were you just saying it did to score points?"

"Did you really just say 'when we screwed'?" Cuddy glared at House. "Okay, okay, geez. It meant something to me Cuddy." She wanted more though. He sighed. "In med school I jumped from girl to girl, dumping one for the next as soon as they bored me. You never bored me Cuddy. You never have. You held my interest, you challenged me. Other girls practically drooled over me, hoping I would ask them out… it got old. You resisted my advances. You were the only one that meant anything."

"Then why didn't you ever call?"

"You know I got expelled the next morning."

"That's your excuse but you pretty much left me wondering about everything till now. It was an asshole move to make and you didn't give two shits about how I felt afterwards." Cuddy's anger was starting to build slowly.

This wasn't how House thought it would go at all. He didn't realize she had so many pent up feelings over their one night stand, but she did. She's had them bottled for all these years, and it crossed House's mind that maybe that's why she told Stacy. She was just tired of keeping it to herself and her thoughts. Instead of arguing more he decided if any time was the right time to back down it was now.

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, you're not sorry. You're Greg House, you're never sorry." She scoffed.

"I'm sorry, I am."

She just shook her head at him.

"I want to go back to bed. I think it's time for you to go." She turned around and walked towards her room. "Lock up on the way out."

House didn't want to leave her house though, he didn't know what he wanted but he didn't want it to end like this. Otherwise the door would be closed forever.

"Cuddy, please."

Cuddy jerked around to face him angrily.

"I don't need you to screw with emotions. You've been doing this all goddamn week and I'm so tired, House." Her voice got so soft when she said she was tired. She just sounded resigned. "Goodnight." She muttered.

House watched her disappear down the dark hallway and stayed where he was for a moment.

"Well fuck." He muttered. He had to go, though. He drove back to his apartment quietly, mulling over what just happened. He was disappointed in how that went for sure.

Here's the next chapter, this is actually half a chapter since the original one I wrote was a bit long. More to come, I know where I'm taking the story now and I hope updates will be more frequent!

-Tiff